When I looked out my window and saw the street sign for Meadow Lane go whizzing by, I lowered my head, putting my hand to my forehead, and chuckled quietly. I looked over at Lana, and asked, "Lan, how many drinks did you have tonight?"
"Just a few...why?" came her answer, her tone perfectly even and her speech unslurred.
"Well, you seem to have missed your own street. That blur on the right was Meadow."
"Oh, I guess I neglected to tell you.....we're not going back to my place."
"Hmm..." I pondered, "this is news. So just where ARE we going?"
She turned and flashed me a grin that was playfully wicked, her smile flashing in glow of passing street lights.
"You'll see, sweets. I've got a little surprise for you."
Now, anyone who's ever known Lana, knows she has a wild imagination and a most uninhibited sense of adventure. I was at once intrigued and frightened out of my skin. But, I refused to let the fear show.
I sat back and watched as we left the town limits, going into the sticks for several miles. A few miles out of town, civilization a thing of the past, Lana aimed her Caddy at a right fork in the road. We followed this fork for maybe ten minutes or so, then followed the road around a sharp left curve, after which the road became little more than dirt and rocks choked with shrubs and trees. It also turned into a steep incline. The Caddy rocked and skidded up this incline for another ten minutes or so before the road finally leveled off. Another few minutes of driving and we were apparently at our destination.
Lana slowed the Caddy and pulled off to the side of the road. The car's headlights could find nothing but trees and bushes and dirt road. I half expected to see some axe-wielding maniac galloping up to the car. Thankfully, no maniacs about.....except maybe my Lana.
"Ok, bucko, we're here."
I looked at Lana and said, "Say what? We're WHERE? And WHY are we here in Deliverance land? What could that wacky brain of yours have in mind, now?"
She looked at me with those captivating blue eyes (which I could barely see in the dark) and said, "What do you think?" The lips from which those words escaped were curled into a hedonistic grin. I got that shiver of fear again, but also felt a swelling in my loins. There was a battle of my two heads going on. One thought this was crazy, while the other wanted what Lana was obviously offering. I had to go to work in the morning, so my brain was calculating just how much sleep I was going to get tonight, and the result that chiseled it's way into my mind was "none". Lana would see to that, I was sure. So, for those of you keeping score in my battle of heads, the score for round one was: Glans - 1, Brainpan - 0
Lana interrupted my various calculations and scorings and said, "You gonna stay in the car by yourself, or you gonna join me?" With that, she opened her door, pausing to turn off the headlights and shut off the engine. In the brief glare from the overhead car light, I glanced quickly at my watch. Almost midnight....no way I was getting any significant sleep tonight. I opened my door and got out into the gloom.
Lana was already busy at the back of the Caddy. With a creek and groan, the trunk lid popped open and Lana rummaged about in the trunk. As I came up on her, she flung a blanket into my chest. I caught it but looked at it quizzically. "Um...where pray tell would you like me to put this? There's nothing here but dirt, rocks and trees. You planning on something painful?"
"Oh, ye of little imagination," she cooed and tickled under my chin, "Just put the blanket up there." My eyes followed the trajectory marked by her pointing finger, but saw nothing but trees and blackness. The only light came from distant street lights on what appeared to be a highway off in the distance and even higher in elevation than we were. Unless Lana had a hunter's tree stand prepared or maybe a special tree fort trysting place, I could see nowhere I could place the blanket. I looked back at her with confusion chiseled into my features. She sighed that "do-I-have-to-show-you-everything" sigh and walked up to me, kissing me on the cheek.
"On the car, Einstein. Put the blanket on the roof."
"You're not serious. The roof?" I quizzed.
"Yes, the roof. Why not? It's certainly big enough. You afraid of falling off? I'll protect you, my big strong man." Then, moving against me, rubbing her hip into my crotch, she added, "And, I'll make it worth your while."
That final sentence did the trick. With a bulge beginning in my jeans, I scurried up onto the trunk and began to spread the blanket out on the roof. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the vibrations in my crotch urged me on.
When I slid off the roof and trunk to go around the side of the car to straighten out the blanket a little better, I looked back at Lana. She already had off her shoes, socks and pants and was working on the buttons of her blouse. When she caught me looking over at her, she licked her fingertips and worked one hand into her panties and the other down into her partially-unbuttoned blouse, her fingers circling her nipple.
I got immediately quicker at positioning the blanket, and scrambled back onto the roof for final touchups. Before I could completely finish the task, I felt a push from behind. Lana now had her blouse completely off and, wearing only panties (she rarely wore a bra) she had jumped onto my back, forcing me down on the roof on my stomach. She scrambled to get to her knees and straddled me. She left me just enough room to roll over onto my back. When I did so to playfully wrestle with her, she immediately sat back down on me with her full weight, sitting on my stomach. I started to throw her off, but she leaned forward and put her breasts right in my face, directly at eye level. She never did play fair.
When my eyes focused on her delicious nipples, she slid up and sat on my chest. I gave up the battle to wait and see what she had in mind next. I didn't have to wait long.
"Now, bucko...you're mine. COMPLETELY mine. You're going to do for me all those hot things my ex-husband would never do for me. And, mind you, you have no choice in this. You are going to pleasure me until I can't take anymore."
"Or, until I die" I kidded.
"Yes, or until you die trying." she agreed. Her smile was wicked, and there came that twitch in my crotch again.
While I was eager for her charms, I had a brief flash of angst. The mention of her ex-husband had made me cringe. You see, her ex was an animal....He was only slightly smaller than Godzilla, probably hairier than King Kong, his muscles had their own muscles and his neck was as thick as a Redwood. He had all the charm of a box full of centipedes and the intelligence of a bottle of Elmer's glue. And, to top all of this off, on his mellowest days he made Charles Manson look like a poster child for Prozac. In short, he was mayhem in Keds. He made my skin crawl just to think about him. And after all of that, Lana's main reason for leaving him was that he wasn't fun in bed! Go figure.
Sensing my discomfort, Lana knew just how to ease my mind. She slid herself way up on my chest. Her feet were on the edge of the front windshield. She lifted herself up only long enough to clutch at her panties, but it was awkward for her to get them off. So she told me if I wanted her I had to remove them for her. Trust me, the panties were short work. They were grabbed, removed and flung in one fluid motion....gliding in a graceful arc to the rocky road. Lana admired my eagerness.
She sat back down on my chest. She grabbed me by the back of the head and said, "Kiss me." and pushed my face into her bush. I gave no resistance. I kissed her already moist crotch. She sighed and giggled gleefully, moving her hips in some attempt to help my lips and tongue pleasure her.....as if they needed it. As uncomfortable as it was for me, the taste of her was driving me on. She knew how much I enjoyed eating her, and she never hesitated to get my head between her legs. She rode my smile like a rodeo star. Her moans and happy screams got louder and louder. With my tongue lapping energetically, I still felt uneasy about her loud verbal urgings. But then I remembered we were in nowhere land so I focused on the task at hand.
Lana pulled my arms up and put my hands on her breasts. Unable to see anything but her pubic hair, I groped her breasts and tweaked her erect nipples. She took control of how I ate her, moving her hips and bottom to get my mouth where she wanted it, grabbing my hair to keep my head there. She was gyrating and squirming on my head and It was all I could do to keep up with her. As she neared climax, she pushed her groin hard into my face, and even began to bounce lightly on it. I did my best licking and sucking and managed to work my lips around to her clit. I finally captured it and sucked it hard, the way Lana liked it. Now she was bouncing with gusto, mashing her crotch into my face, wriggling about and squeezing my head between her thighs. I was sure I was going to be suffocated (but what a way to go!). My life flashed before my eyes...with Lana's ex waiting for me at the end of it.
Finally, Lana squeezed my head hard between her thighs and yanked on my hair. Her hips were pounding her crotch into my face...a thumping disco beat of passion. She was practically screaming....and then she did scream. I heard the word "YES!" many times, as well as my name, and several colorful descriptions of what I was doing for her. She held back not a single descriptive word to tell the world how good my tongue had felt. I was sure people in the next county were stumbling out of their beds and calling their local authorities. And every stray headlight that flashed briefly by on the far-off highway I was sure was a police cruiser bent on our arrest.
"Yes! That was WONDERFUL!" Lana squealed, "That was for you, Brad...you limp toad! YOU never did anything like THAT for me!" I heard all that despite the fact that Lana was still firmly seated on my now-sticky face. That's how loudly and clearly she'd yelled it.
She finally got off of me, reluctantly it seemed, and sat exhausted on the blanketed roof. She smiled and stroked my chest. In her eagerness for pleasure, she never even took something into account.
"My poor baby," she boo-boo lipped at me. "You never even got your clothes off, did you? Well, we'll have to take care of that right this minute."
